You are so much broader than any form you could pretend to be.
You expand beyond the perimeter of my periphery.
I know in your embrace is fate and destiny
This flesh it shields my vision of our unity

Lace and mace they blind me, so I sing my plea
Let what’s free be valued highly, may what’s valuable be free
May the gifts of Magi stimulate our sensory degrees
And the temperature rising raise us vibratorily

The body temple swims in subatomic soupy sea
My life it floats within you, everything is energy

(There is no missing you,
life is spent kissing you)
*
My every motion is fluid devotion
Perpetually floating, I run towards the ocean

The air that surrounds me has limitless boundaries
And Morphing Amoebas of mass that confound me

*

You know who is breathing you -
Same Lover who’s teething you -
Scratch skin and you feel it’s his paws that are kneading you
snaking in rhythm’s seductive seeding of you

*
We are hot blooded creatures
of bone and electric potential.
We require exploration
like a thick skinned
forest.
Or a cavernous sea.

See?
*

Her depths require an argonaut to scry within their oceans.
Her ribs require ten tender fingers prying with devotion.
O stir the cauldron of her earth 'till glaciers are unfrozen.
Flaring from eyes, hot fire sighs with searing saline potions

Her wisdom must be deeply sought with open ears of vision,
Her moons and tides swum fearlessly, despite wave's cool collision
Seek, find and purify by witnessing her skin of Elements.
Embody the enigma and embrace effortless elegance.

There she rests
The goddess
Not waiting to be witnessed
Witnessing herself.

Magdalene the queen, I am Madonna the Mama
The ice that sweats and dissipates to purify the sauna

I am not safe nor dangerous, I pull the IV drip
I’ll slit the wrists of Self with just a flick of a tongue tip

I've absorbed the qualities of all the people I embraced
Whether soft as downy feathers or sharp as stinging mace
This is the importance, Love, of knowing my own face
and Delineating boundaries that define my space.

(They could smell my Heat like two sharks in bloody waters
I do this for You, I call forth my daughters)

There were three on the bed
and the trinity said
“If you’re looking to be led,
find a leech, best get bled
it’s the buzzing in your head
it’s the buzzing in your head
What you’re fed
What you're fed
It is dead
It is dead

In the bed of the Buyer
Sleeps the bread that the fire
burned
Far beyond all recognition
Turn the key, implode ignition
Counting out the crude emissions
Advertising acquisitions

Was it the armor or the knife, who dared the duel
Was it the husband or the wife who was kindly cruel
Was it the Ice or the cube who played it cool
As the distance grew between me and you

CH
We leave, so we can come home
We bleed, so we can drink bone
The key, is together, alone
The lock is the thing we think we own
We leave, so we can come home
We bleed, so we can drink bone
The key is the path we peel and hone
The lock is when our minds are set in stone

V
Painted faces
running spiraled races
and the trippy thing is we stumble chasing home run bases
while the media blitzing crowd
is shouting so darned loud
We can't hear the cheers
beneath our peers
all beckoning us to bow

out of the staged charade
to lead our own crusade
Parading off the field,
to freedom revealed,
on a path unpaved

Was it the pitcher or the batter
that the hero braved
Was it the mind or the matter
that the men enslaved?

CH
We leave, so we can come home
We bleed, so we can drink bone
The key, is together, alone
The lock is the thing we think we own
We leave, so we can come home
We bleed, so we can drink bone
The key is the path we peel and hone
The lock is when our minds are set in stone

Cool fever. Feed me.
I have no hunger.
*
1.
You are the ocean
I am osmosis.
You draw the depths of me
on the skin of my dilated pupil.
*
2.
There I am perching, flooding, immersing
my infinite into your ocean of art.
Here I am surging, electric pulse burning
a hole in the rings of the tree that I bark.

There you are toeing, within the hair, bowing
the pulp of the music that sings through my heart
Here we are playing,
While skin is decaying
and freeing from bondage What keeps us apart
.
I am not your judgments of me, I never have been and I never will be
I am not my judgments of me, I never have been and I never will Be
*
3.
Maiden is surging
From sleeping to merging
A lightning strike, deep
in the calm of my keep.

(And in the distance in the corner,
House sounds squeaking and squawking
a parakeet choking on sweetbread and malted feathers).
*
4.
Here I am sitting one leggedly crossed
With TP in ears, cotton shrapnel and moss.
I hum, fill the drum, try to drown out the mess
that i might more seamlessly merge with your Yes.
*
5.
It's an addiction so you give yourself over to it
Holding the globe, feeling the flow of it
Dipping your toes in the
well, now just go with it.
*
6.
In the back room walls are riddled with red
From writhing and snaking through marbling lead
O taste my devotion and fire my grid
I'll hold you forever, as minding, we bend.
.
Your rhythm within me is lips to my wine
it feels you've been stitched as the grapes on my vine

A skeleton to flesh
A merging suit and vest
your lip to my mouth pressed
the quilted stitching of a nest
Blood salt in the mouth, blessed
An infant to my breast
From orange peel to zest
our porousness at best
a wave trough to its crest
the sleep within the rest
the ribcage to the chest
the ego to impressed

"But the ego isn't real!"

"What?"

"But I have a 22-pointed theory about the dissolution of egoic tendencies, and...Shit!
The ego isn't real?
The ego isn't … real!"
*
7.
.
Your words complete my thoughts
and i'm indebted to the debtors
the breath within asphyxiation,
words burn within my letters.

The pegs within the clocktower, folding into place
they click with crackling fire that steams and warms my furnaced face

It's the vacuous disease of verbal discourse
It is entering the freeze of wild winter’s force
It's the buckling of knees as they veer off course
It is doing as we please, and ignoring Source.

Whilst the mysteries abound, preachers still presume
Whilst loud lip service is crowned, stillness leaves the room
Whilst the mouths move without sound, silence slays the gloom
Meanwhile all that is profound lies within life’s tomb.

I love just how you sew your seams the more you come unglued
I love to bathe within your arms wherein my soul is nude
With every kiss upon my lips my eyes pool deeper blue
With every word the wilderness within us is renewed

Wild creatures, we are in the night, and more so in the day
We rest within the work, and we work within the play.
The lightness of a heavy heart is only as we weigh
its truth or fiction, both we choose, and both lead us astray

The wisdom of our merged forces it forms a union true
like orbs that link and loop-di-loop, in Sound's infinite coo
Our voices rise and claim the prize, sonic consciousness coup
My darling, life is genius, and the force is strong in you

I am congregating with myself, (my pores are pickling)
I am breathing in and out, (my lungs, like toes, are tickling)

And we are the ones who makes everything fun
except when we are done and we'd rather just run
From the speech masquerading as soul,
squirrels are climbing a pole,
just to eat all the seeds that fall effortlessly,
should they wait
and be patiently baited
like all of the rest of the grass blades who mated
for life on the ground,
speaking silence with sound.
(Whoooo...)

And the metaphysical sleuths
throw snowballs at you,
one upping
the obvious schtupping
of goo,
left behind when ice melts
into stains on your pelt,
and you've nothing to say ('cept perhaps how you felt)

But you don't. Because how real are feelings if illusion
is melting into ones and zeros of silent congealing confusion.
That finally makes sense.
(Or does it?
Or will it eventually?
So why bother, really).

And it's safe behind the walls of abstraction
where we meet each other without real interaction
And the Oneness and twoness
of eyeballs in unison
meet in the middle
where they try to fiddle
and greet one another,
but fools fall asunder
the tritisms of an electrical fence
that sizzles and fizzles and cowers when bent.
By the blissfully unrequited satisfaction
Of hearts that pulse in rhythmic refractions

And songs that fly like owls
And satiate the yin yang's howls
(Aaaooooo...)

And the soft words that melt all the snowfall away,
They're ironically timed,
Like the clock and the chime :::
Never really face to face
But floating gently in outer space

Where the cosmos roars
(roarrrrr)
And the otters play
(eee-eee-eee)
And laugh
(haha)
As they always do.

His glowing eyes are embers from a fire built long ago.
We stoked and fueled the Yuletide logs, threw slush balls in the snow
This man whose eyes pool wide, there by my side has been, I know
Through centuries and lifetimes, bending shadow into glow.

I met him in a forest once, when I was just a maid
He galloped up and swept me off my feet and swiftly laid
a garland green upon my head, "here take this ring" he said.
Within that sacred moment my sweet love and I were wed

We danced like this in spirals in and out of gender's suits
One time he was a gypsy who played lute while I played flute
Until the landlord came with guns, and blood dripped from his boot
We sang unto the morning, weeping, then like birds fell mute.

We intertwined another time when "he" was but a "she"
Her batting eyes could not disguise the love she felt for me
Her father would not make our match, and so we chose to flee
I bought a boat and learned to sail, we swam across the sea

Another time he came to me, a creature oh so small
From purrs to nuzzles, my sweet cat, he watched me rise and fall
He lay upon my breast at night, content beneath his paw
And knew someday he'd come again and on my finger gnaw

I bathed his feet in India beneath a Bodhi tree
He did not speak a word but bore the mark of three times three
I said "your clothes are simple yet a king's heart lies in thee"
He told me "Child you first must die to death to then be free"

I birthed him once in Bethlehem, and underneath a star
I raised him to believe in love, he loved to raise the bar
I watched him as he died one day, and wept as blood turned scar
He whispered freedoms from above and told me "Near is far"

For nothing is beyond the moment, and the more we reach
The more we find we have to learn; the more we try to teach.